My hands trembled as I stood in the sleek penthouse office, the city lights glittering like diamonds far below. Alexander Voss—billionaire, enigma, and the man who held my family’s future in his cruel hands—leaned back in his leather chair, his piercing gray eyes raking over my body like he already owned it.
“Three months,” he said, voice low and commanding. “You’ll live in my home. You’ll play the devoted fiancée in public. And in private…” His lips curved into a predatory smile. “You’ll satisfy every demand I make.”
Heat flooded my cheeks. “I’m not a whore, Mr. Voss.”
He stood, towering over me, his expensive cologne wrapping around me like a vice. One finger tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. “No, little dove. You’re mine. And by the end of this, you’ll be begging for it.”
Before I could protest, his mouth crashed down on mine—hard, demanding, devouring. His tongue invaded, tasting my gasp, while his hand slid possessively down my waist, gripping my ass and pulling me flush against the hard ridge of his arousal. God, he was huge. Even through his tailored pants, I could feel the thick, throbbing length pressing insistently against my stomach. A traitorous moan escaped me as wetness pooled between my thighs, my nipples tightening painfully against the thin fabric of my blouse.
I should have pushed him away. Instead, fire surged through my veins—anger, shame, and something darker, hotter. When his tongue stroked deeper, claiming me, I bit down on his lower lip. Hard.
He hissed, pulling back just enough for me to see the faint metallic tang of blood on his lip. His eyes darkened, pupils blown wide with lust and fury.
“Don’t expect me to cower just because you have the upper hand,” I spat, breathing ragged, my body still traitorously pressed against his.
Alexander grinned, slow and wicked, blood smearing his perfect mouth like a mark of victory. He gripped my chin tighter, thumb pressing into my lower lip, forcing my mouth open slightly. His other hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head back to expose my throat.
“I do love a challenge,” he growled, voice rough with arousal. His hips rolled forward, grinding that massive erection against me in deliberate, filthy circles. “Soon you’ll be begging me to fuck you, little dove. Begging me to stretch this tight little pussy until you scream my name.”
A fresh rush of heat flooded my core. I hated how my body responded—clit throbbing, panties soaked. His fingers trailed down my neck, over the swell of my breasts, pinching one hardened nipple through my clothes until I whimpered.
“Fuck you,” I whispered, but it came out breathy, weak.
He chuckled darkly, lips brushing my ear. “That’s the plan. But not yet. First, you’re going to get on your knees and show me exactly how sorry that pretty mouth is for biting.”
His hand on my shoulder pushed down firmly. My knees buckled under the pressure—part defiance, part desperate need—and I sank to the floor in front of him. The thick bulge strained against his zipper, inches from my face. He unzipped slowly, freeing his cock: long, veined, and impossibly thick, the head already glistening with precum.
“Open,” he commanded, tapping the heavy shaft against my cheek.
I glared up at him, but my tongue darted out anyway, tasting the salty bead at his tip. He groaned, fingers tightening in my hair as I took him deeper, lips stretching wide around his girth. He fucked my mouth with controlled thrusts, hitting the back of my throat, praising me in that low, filthy voice.
“Good girl… just like that. Imagine how this cock will feel buried inside you, ruining you for anyone else.”
Tears pricked my eyes from the stretch, but I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks, driven by equal parts hatred and aching want. He swelled even thicker on my tongue, hips stuttering as he neared the edge.
With a guttural curse, he pulled out at the last second, painting my lips and chin with hot, thick ropes of cum. He smeared it across my mouth with his thumb, forcing me to taste him.
“Lesson one,” he murmured, eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. “You bite. I mark. And by the end of these three months, you’ll be addicted to every filthy thing I do to you.”
